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[chamomile.]

Ma'enji || M || 27 || Khajiit || Dawnstar || Tags; Durak

"Fine crisp cider! Straight from orchard! Undeniably delicious!" Ma'enji's voice rang out across the quiet town. Perhaps dawnstar wasn't the best place to sell, but Ma'enji didn't have many choices. The cider he traded for a few towns back was going to go bad any time now, and Ma'enji was hoping to sell as much as he could before that happened. "If needed, I'll just pick some coins off passersby to help break even." Enji thought to himself. Theiving was what he was best at after all, and it came in handy. Ma'enji shook his head slightly to clear his idle thoughts, needing to get back to work selling cider. Ma'enji spotted Durak walking by, and waved to get his attention.

"You sir! Surely you could use some fine cider to warm your belly?" Ma'enji waggled a mug infront of him. "Or perhaps you could use some hired help? I'll loan my services out to help anyone with the coin, no questions asked." Ma'enji purred. Ma'enji didn't particularly like sellswords as they seem to switch from side to side depending on who has more coin, but when times get tough one has to drop their pride eventually.

[Durnehviir]

Durak \\ M \\ 24 \\ Orc \\ Tags: Ma'enji
After strolling into the small, quiet city with a crude smile on his face, Durak turned his attention to the Khajitt that seemed to be talking to him. With a few steps towards his left, Durak looked the Khajitt up and down, as if he was sizing him up. "What is a khajiit like yourself trying to sell.. cider, here in this empty city?" His voice was loud and deep as he spoke. "What's the price from one mug?" Durak asked with a sly smile, while his eyes were showing greed. The orc looked up from barrel that was holding this cider and it indeed smelled delicious.

[Durnehviir]

Shade \\ F \\ 23 \\ Dark elf \\ Tags: Darkla
Shade fired another arrow before helping lead the horses into the shallow cave. Her arrow just missed the dragons torsoe but it made it fly away for a several moments. The beast turned around and landed about a yard from the cave but more to the left so if he blew out frost it wouldn't be a direct hit. Rolling to a nearby rock she pulled out her bow and took aim once again. Her arrow flew through the air and impaled itself into the forehead of the dragon and the beast let out a terribly load, bloodcurdling roar and Shade had to covered her ears. After several moments the dragon released an ice cold blast from his jaws and it chilled Shade to the bone. The female looked over to Darkla and silently begged for help.

@Luna; please try to lengthen your posts. I'd like your posts to be at least a well written paragraph which is about 5 sentences.))

[Squiggs]

|| Nigiel - 25 - Male - Imperial - Location; Path - Mood; --- - Tags; open ||
The huge white mare thundered down the path as fast as she could ride, heavy hooves sending small pebbles about the rocky, beaten path. Heading passed Whiterun, the young imperial was on the move again, the pack starched his horses saddle having just been filled with food and ale purchased from the Barnard Mares Inn. He had no clue where he would be going just yet, but would most likely figure it out when his faithful mare, Ghost, tired. Or when he became short on his travel ale. Whatever the reason, he couldn't stop here... this part of sky run belonged to his fathers army... and he would have to get to the mountains at least by sunset.

[quiet hours.]

|| Ra'Bubbles - Male - 28 - Khajiit || Location; Whiterun Path - Mood; Worried - Tags; Nigiel||
Ra had been walking down the stone-paved path alongside his vampiric companion for a little while now, dragging his feet a bit as he sorted through the flowers that had been neatly tied into a bundle with a small piece of rope-like string. He needed the assorted mountain flora for a new recipe he was planning on trying, and was quite pleased that Arcadia's Cauldron had at least one of every color for relatively cheap. The curious feline silently wondered if the hue of the petals would actually affect the taste of the goods, or if it was just the color that would be changed. With his hood lowered and around his neck, his ears flattened to the sides and lazily swayed with concentration, vigilant eyes looking over every stem to check for blemishes that would ruin the whole batch of whatever he would make with them. However, his odd trance was broken as he heard thundering behind him. Garmr turned their head to gaze at the rapidly approaching horse, and his collar was soon tugged on by the Khajiit, who hurriedly stepped to the side of the road and into the tall grass in order to not get trampled under the roaring hooves. Wherever that traveler was going, Ra didn't have confidence that his steed would stop to avoid running over the tall mage. Ra and the hound stayed put on the side of the road until the horse and the Imperial rushed by, curious gazes watching them dart away. Whoever the Imperial was, Ra pondered for just a moment where he may be going in such a hurry. Garmr, however, mistook the worried curiosity as pain, and quickly turned his reddened eyes back to the wanderer. Tugging his neck out of the Khajiit's grasp, he chased after the pair, much to Ra's distress. "No! Garmr, come back!" He called, throwing his hand out to grab the hound, but he had gotten out of reach. The Khajiit frantically began to run after him, not wanting the demon dog to accidentally hurt the man or his steed.

(Also, Dancer is open! She can be wherever, doing whatever. It's all good.)

[B0N3D4D1]

Eros // 27 // Dark Elf // Necromancer // Open Tags

xxxxThe dark elf had been travelling for a few days, settling in the town of Whiterun; since it was a more accepting town unlike Windhelm. The male had bought himself a room in the local inn about an hour ago, and now he sat and listened as the bard strummed their lute. Bards were interesting to the elf, they sung and played a tune while people listened and practically threw their money at them. Eros figured if he had become a bard not many people would have been eager to hear his songs, let alone even give him a place to play. The elf sighed as he sipped on his ale, listening to the songs of Skyrim and her people; mostly about betrayal and death which Eros didn't think would make very good songs, especially for younger audiences.

[Squiggs]

|| Nigiel - 25 - Male - Imperial - Location; Path - Mood; Concerned/Curious - Tags; Ra'Bubbles & Garmr||
His attention was somewhere else on the ride as he scanned the tall grasses he was passing in a blur in search of his companion that had been racing behind him moments before. confused he turned his head to check behind him when Ghost let out an aggravated huff, turning back he was too late in noticing a traveler on the road. Quickly grasping for the reins to pull Ghost into a stop he watched out of the corner of his eyes as the traveler leapt into the grass. Had Ghost hit him...? Surly if she had, it would have messed her up and they would be lying on the path... no. She had missed him. He let out a sigh of relief. He returned to his search for Kin when he noticed a canine racing to catch up. But as the beast got closer... he soon realized that creature was not his dog. That was a canine he had never seen before, it looked... singed and savage. He was rather curious about it... but didn't want himself or ghosts in it's huge jaws. But just as it was about to catch up a flash of black and white intercepted it, leaping onto the path in front of it, his snarling husky companion stood ready to protect his master.

[quiet hours.]

|| Ra'Bubbles - Male - 28 - Khajiit || Location; Whiterun Path - Mood; Worried, Fearful - Tags; Nigiel, Kineivel, Ghost ||
With Khajiit visibly panting, the poor mage was struggling to race up to the trio, steel boots stumbling over the path. Feeling the concerned gaze of the stranger and the irritated stare of his steed didn't make the Khajiit feel any better, wincing softly once the two had looked away. Though the man had stopped his gallop, Garmr didn't stop his chase, about to pounce onto the horse's haunches when he was abruptly blocked by the seemingly much better trained husky. Ra, rather alarmed, tried to call out to them but found that his voice was covered up by his panting, tossing his bouquet of mountain flowers to the ground. The death hound was now snarling back at the other dog, small wisps of black mist flicking off it's sides while he lowered himself, jaws open and ready to protect his own master as well. Looking completely out of breath and rather out of shape, Ra swooped in behind the hound and snatched his thick metal collar in both hands before the vampiric beast could lash out. "Garmr, no! Bad dog!" He scolded, much to Garmr's surprise. Once the feline man had heeled the hound, Garmr lowered his head in submission, looking a bit disgruntled. With his cheeks red under his fur, the Khajiit drew his eyes up to the Imperial, small ears flicking backwards. "My apologies sir, he usually isn't this aggressive." He began, chest rising and falling rapidly while he tried to catch his breath. "Is your horse hurt? H-how about your dog?" He questioned, slit eyes dilating as he frantically looked over the domesticated dog and the wonderfully snow-colored steed. The furred man, though it looked very hesitant, eventually returned his uneasy gaze to Nigiel, hoping he wouldn't get that sparkling Elven dagger stuck into his hide.

[chamomile.]

Ma'enji || M || 27 || Khajiit || Dawnstar || Tags; Durak

Ma'enji laughed, slightly nervously. The orc looking him up and down made him worried that he was about to be challenged to a duel for breaking some social code he didn't know about. "Wasn't my smartest idea to sell in this little town," Ma'enji admitted. He had been standing outside all day, and so far only one old lady had bought any cider. "I shoulda probably kept moving and went to Solitude to sell instead, but what's done is done." Ma'enji shrugged.

Ma'enji's ears perked up when Durak asked about the price. Perhaps this town wasn't all that bad after all. "8 gold peices per mug, though if you buy in bulk I'll give ya a discount." Ma'enji was already starting to pull an empty mug out of the crate next to him.

[Durnehviir]

Durak \\ M \\ 24 \\ Orc \\ Tags: Ma'enji
The orc laughed a hardy, gargly sound. "I shall only take one mug." He said calmly. Durak dropped a coin purse on the wood of the mans cart. "I shall give you ten gold for your troubles." He said in a firm voice. Durak could hear his beast whinnying from her and he chuckled slightly. "Sir; maybe it would be in your best interest to more to a more..populated city." The orc said as he returned his gaze to the khajiit.